Sunday, November 30, 2003
Blah blah blah, I'm home.
The thanksgiving week has now officially drawn to a close, as I prepare to go to bed (DAMN, it's already after ten), set my alarm for 5:45 and await the terror of the first day back at school after an extended break.A very brief summary of what I did over the holiday:
* Left my COMPUTER in freaking CHATTANOOGA
* Sort of helped my dad move to his new apartment
* Ate wings and drank beer with my brother
* Kept score of put downs and witty cutting sarcastic remarks during family thanksgiving soiree
* Purchased "Leah shoes." And if you don't know what in the hell I'm talking about then you aren't watching enough MTV.
* Watched Dr. Phil. Twice.
* Nearly shot myself for watching Dr. Phil. Twice.
* Carried on a number of entirely fulfilling conversations with a member of the human race not yet capable of speech.
* Discovered that it is in fact possible to listen to only NPR during a 7+ hour car trip, if one times the trip very precisely.
More to come later, but don't expect entirely frequent updates this week due to the fact that I (again, just in case you weren't paying attention the first time) left my COMPUTER more than 450 miles away from where I currently reside.
Heather at 8:17 PM
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
If you knew what I had planned for tonight, this would seem eerie to you, too.
Aquarius Horoscope: 11/18/2003A much-needed sense of detachment from a certain relationship that has proved fairly troublesome lately is set to wash over you today. You have needed some space to get a few priorities of your own sorted out and clarified. Now take this sense of clarity and use it to make a final decision that will ultimately bring about the best for both of you.
Heather at 11:24 AM
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Heather at 6:47 AM
News and Obits
Greenville, MS; November 11, 2003Ms. Heather Carol Johnston passed away last night while she was wide awake and typing on her upcoming novel. The last word appearing on her computer screen was "bitc." One can only think that what would follow would have been truly inspired lyrical prose. She is survived by one sassy, super cool sister (dorm room, Memphis, TN) and one ridiculously funny brother (apartment, Hixson, TN). She is also survived by her parents, both residing in the greater Hixson/Soddy-Daisy area. When asked how she felt about her daughter's sudden death, Ms. Johnston's mother responded, "She kept saying that novel was going to kill her. I just assumed she was being sarcastic." (Soon thereafter, uncontrolable sobbing ensued.)
At this time, cause of death is yet to be determined. Preliminary lab results suggest a caffeine and nicotine overdose.
Heather at 6:46 AM
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
I'm lame, tired, and out of excuses.
5, 132 words. That is my reason for not blogging. I've written five THOUSAND one HUNDRED thirty-two words since sunday. my fingers are tired and i'm sleep deprived by i'm happy, and not because of anything that's going on outside of the flicker of my laptop screen. But sometimes, that's enough, ya know?If you didn't follow the link the last time I posted, go check out Regina Spektor. She's getting me through this whole writing thing. I'll start posting little teasers of the novel if anyone's interested. (So post comments.) And if no one particularly cares, then I'll spare you the whole ordeal.
Where do all those "you should totally write a novel" people go when you actually start to write said novel?
Heather at 9:15 AM
